AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes

I love a sunburnt country / A land of sweeping plains / Of ragged mountain ranges / Of droughts and flooding rains / I love her far horizons / I love her jewel-sea / Her beauty and her terror / The wide brown land for me / ~ Dorothea Mackellar (1885-1968)

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Mirror on pole at Dromana beach, Mornington Peninsula~Odd Shots Monday prompt on Katney's Kaboodle ~ This week, Katney posted a very disturbing shot of many pipes loaded (precariously?) on the back of a truck. Imagine many slotted views through the pipes!~

RustedA little weather bentBlurred with saltBut I can still reflectMoods of the sea and sky~And the fragmentedIllusion ofA brokenPathway~

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Apple Candlelight~Creative Photography Contest #3~This candlelight always fascinates me. It casts beautiful teardrop shapes. I placed the lit candle on my wooden stairway so that the shapes would be highlighted! Then created a rough edge on the pic to suggest that this is just a precious fragment of more light!~

Springing from a tiny road ~ (Weaving away from The gleam and sway ofBay waters) ~A secretSurprisingElegantDrivewayLeads to The colours of dreams~A serene lakeTeeming with wildlifeIs wine for the eyesAnd a cellar door ~Laced with lemon treesRinged in casks ~Offers boutique wineFor the spirit~Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Casked lemon trees~

But the silent sentinels ~Gracing All comingsAnd goings ~Seem like mystic Bemused seersGuardians of timeWho have seen it all ~Watching a cast of actorsPlay a partPerform a moment in timeAnd leave with bubblesOf memoryTightly corkedIn a bottle~

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Trees lining the Stillwater Crittendon Estate driveway~NOTE: These trees almost gleam with a ghostly, grey-white glow. As I drove out of the beautiful Stillwater Crittendon Estate winery, (at Dromana on the Mornington Peninsula), there seemed to be quite an intense drama emanating from these trees. It could have been the chilly winter afternoon, broken only with brief bursts of rain and sunlight. It could have been the fact that I only came to the winery seeking new pics and felt a little over-awed with the beauty of the place ~ with its villa accomodation by a lovely lake and rather up-market restaurant and cellar door. It could have been I longed to stay a little longer, but felt like an intruder.~

Kookaburra curiosity isSubtle curiosity~The play begins withA lonely watcherWho looks as if he is intriguedWith somewhere elseBut just happensTo be in a treeOverlooking your drivewayAnd just happensTo have landed thereWhen you drive home~ Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ There are 2 of us here!~Kookaburra curiosity is all aboutKeeping movementsIn leafy shadows~ Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ 2 watchers in waiting~It is all about beingCoolNonchalent~ Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Curiosity is tuned teamwork~It is all about beingTunedTogether~ Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ 3 cosy Kookaburras~It is all about lookingCute ~Pretending your movementsAre of passing interest ~But when you toss downSome foodWe will gracefully dive downJust short of where the food lies ~Watch you ~And then hop overTo partake in your offerings~We will reward you withA roll of hearty laughterIn some distantShadyLeaves~

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Seagull with suitable components at Hastings~While I adore taking beautiful landscape shots, there is a quirky side in me that loves finding the odd, the weird and the pics with an extra message. Super Plus Race Components - right at the feet of a seagull, proudly viewing the world from a lofty height, amused me. I saw possibilities.~3WW Prompt #92 ~ rumour + shake + spontaneous~

From high above ~Ensconced on your precious Hunk of metal ~I view your worldWith a touch ofWrySuperiorHumour ~You may wonderOn our racing prowess ~You may believe It is an urban rumourPrime for an urban legend ~But I know ~Toss me a little foodAnd suddenlyYou will seeThe heat The speed ofSeagull frenzyFrom nowhere~

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Car sign ~ Domana Hub carpark~And this is a throw down challenge. I kept the words in mind, even when I took the shot. Calmly, I strolled past the car once or twice - which must have looked suspicious in the first place - but I was waiting for the sun to stop glaring on the glass. I didn't walk further in case the owner returned to the car and drove it away. I would have missed my shot! So, like it or not, in no time I must have looked like a weirdo on the prowl. Finally, sun toned down, cars stopped passing by and I whipped out my camera! Snap!~

Lady Gemma

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Over 50! And Motoring!

T.S.Eliot's poetry has never failed to intoxicate me! In fact, his sunlight on a broken column, his midnights and lamp posts, his female rhythms mouthing Michelangelo pleasantries are all bound up in the "overwhelming question" of our real biorhythms and souls! ~
We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.
~~~~Ray Bradbury
~~~~Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.~~~Anton Chekhov ~~~
Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music.
~Angela Monet

AUSTRALIAN BLOGGER

Footfalls echo in the memory,
Down the passage which we did not take,
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden.- T.S.Eliot ..............................
My page was too white/My ink was too thin/The day wouldn’t write/What the night pencilled in
-'The Book of Longing'
Leonard Cohen.....................
Creative discord of fractured harmonies! Between the Question and the Answer is
A Hush...
A Whisper...
A Dreaming... The grit of raw desert lands whirls on the winds in erotic rhythms - sometimes.
- Greyscale

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I'm a Renaisance Man. I've been a lot of places and done a lot of things. I tell stories, sometimes, when I'm in the mood or especially when someone asks me. I don't want to believe I have an ego problem, but I admit I have an ego. All I really desire is when you hear that I have passed, I hope you can say, "Too bad, he was a nice guy."